Blog: Musings, Thoughts and Essays

An Analogue Soul in a Digital Age
“Everything slows down in here”. Words spoken by the tour guide during a talk and tour of the Kells Printing Works earlier this week as part of Heritage Week. He spoke enthusiastically about the quiet atmosphere, and the slower pace of...
When the pencil stopped working...
I placed the pencil down gently alongside the finished drawing. It was time to do a quick tidy of the studio before I embraced the Christmas break with open arms. The run up to Christmas was always the busiest time...
The Liminal Space Before the Morning Bell
For as long as I can remember, I have set an alarm clock each night for the following morning. As a young teenager, on my bedside table a small white plastic casing housed a tiny clock, with a circular dial...
The Yin and Yang of a Writing Life... and reflections on writing my first book.

A reflection on the roles of both Yin and Yang in a writing life. 

An Ode to Pottering... and the joy it brings.

A reflection on the joy and essence of pottering.

For the love of Suaimhneas {soo-iv-ness}

A dedication to the word Suaimhneas, and why it is so personal for me. 

If I had a shop...
in the run up to Christmas it would look like this! All paws and feet would be welcome into my little twinkly lit shop, full of thoughtful gifts for those closest to you. There would be a little basket of...
Today's the day! All Of My Heart is out now!
Dear Reader, Today is the day that I have been working towards for approximately 18 months now. Publication day for All Of My Heart is finally here! It’s my second book, but my first children’s picture book, intended for little...
The Art Room, and Sliding Doors
The double doors stood at the end of a long hallway. They were dark wood, sturdy, embellished with the type of beautiful carvings that you might only witness in a building that has been around a long time. There were...
The call of the coast, and little moments of creative clarity
There’s something about the Atlantic coastline here in Ireland. I can’t put my finger on what ‘it’ is, but I know it’s what brings me back each year. As soon as our son finishes school for the summer, we usually...